Teeth In The Dark Between Stars
Verse 1On clear nights you lie on the hood of a car that barely runs
staring up past radio towers and thin clouds
The sky over this no-name town looks clean
sprinkled with the same constellations you copied from science class posters
Then one night, a whole patch goes wrong
stars dimming together like someone’s thumb slid over a dimmer switch
The black that replaces them feels heavier
like a pupil dilating in the face of a frightened child.
Verse 2Meteor showers skip your horizons
satellites blink in smooth arcs, predictable, obedient
That one hole just sits there, not moving with the rest
as if it belongs to a different sky layered on top
When lightning flashes somewhere far behind you
that patch brightens from within
showing shapes that no telescope diagram ever drew
Hooked limbs, long, slow curls
silhouettes that suggest more mouths than any creature needs.
Pre-ChorusThe universe used to be an abstract puzzle printed in a textbook
Now it feels like a ceiling full of listening vents over a locked room.
ChorusTeeth in the dark between stars grind on every wish you send up
You blow out candles, toss coins
pray on instincts older than language
Something up there catches each spark, tastes it
decides whether to spit it back as luck or drop it down as bait
Lying on that car hood
you start to suspect you’re the one under observation.
BridgeRadio noise surges every time your eyes lock on that wound in the sky
Streetlights hum louder, bugs vanish
even the ever-present freight line seems to hold its breath
You try to look away, count mailboxes
number the cracks in the driveway, Still
your gaze crawls back, magnet-pull
to that silent set of jaws hovering over this small
fragile grid of houses.
ChorusTeeth in the dark between stars grind on every wish you send up
You blow out candles, toss coins
pray on instincts older than language
Something up there catches each spark, tastes it
decides whether to spit it back as luck or drop it down as bait
Lying on that car hood
you start to suspect you’re the one under observation.